Cevin Kookman’s review published on Letterboxd:
"I don't know who you are. But you touched me today. You came to visit me. Now I gotta go back to sleep."
Literally not a single worthwhile thing can be said about this movie and its characters' limping pursuits of a higher existential, nigh fantastical plane of peace & self-preservation without deep-diving into the final 30 minutes, which really should be experienced with virgin eyes, but two things are proven true on a rewatch:
1. even at almost three hours, EVEN when completely dedicated to process as character, this thing FLIES by, with tastes and smells and textures aplenty. Celluloid as philosophy, biology, and complete autonomy. imagine being the type of motherfucker that calls this movie boring hahahahahaha
2. Brad Pitt never been more intensely fuckable